My Wife's Peeping Tom Pt. 11

Author's note: The first part of this chapter relives some of the things Brooke did previously but from her perspective. It then moves on to new territory.

On Thursday, I awoke late, tired, but happy. After spending half the night playing with my toys, waking up around ten actually felt pretty good. I lay there for several minutes contemplating what I'd done over the last few days and what it all might mean for my marriage and life going forward.

While I'd pushed the limits at the strip club, I'd been mostly a passive participant at the whims of my new Japanese friends. I really began losing control of myself while on the boat the next day. It all started out like the normal fun... well... at least normal for our Puerto Rico trip. Accomplishing my husband's challenges really got me going, but it remained relatively innocent for a while.

It was only when Ernesto asked me to go below to help him with something that everything went sideways. When he first made a pass at me, I resisted without thinking. He'd merely taken me by surprise, but the first mate came to the wrong conclusion.

"Don't worry about your husband. He won't mind us making out."

"What?" I asked in startled confusion, having not put it together that Ethan had told the crew about my vacation rules.

"Your husband wouldn't have chartered this boat and told us to pretend you two aren't married if he didn't want you to play with other men. Why not me, or are you only into old white guys?"

The implications of his words hit me like a truck, but I relented. I'd already become horny from all the teasing on deck, and I'd downed several beers by then. Besides, Ernesto's muscles and three days of stubble looked sexy as Hell... and if my husband wanted it...

Wrapping my arms around the first mate's broad shoulders, I melted into him as he kissed me hard. Before I knew it, I found myself straddling him with my bikini top on the bench beside us. He was a great kisser, but I began feeling guilty about enjoying it so much.

As my control threatened to slip away, I gently pushed against Ernestos' chest and stood up. After I tied my bikini top back on, I rushed back up on deck. I didn't see Ethan, so I rummaged around in the big cooler for another Corona to give myself a little time to think.

When my husband emerged from the cabin, I realized he must've seen Ernesto and I making out. Worried that I might've gone too far since I'd gone someplace "private", I carefully broached the subject. To my utter shock, Ethan made a joke about how I should've been tipping the captain, not the first mate.

I experienced an epiphany in that moment. Ernesto actually had been right. My husband wanted me to do increasingly taboo things with other men. I know it seems dumb not to have figured that out before, but deep down, I still believed he'd been testing my faithfulness and my willingness to obey his rules.

Up to that point, I'd been clinging tightly to the few remaining vestiges of my old life like the last leaf on a tree at the end of autumn. When Ethan said that, I fell free and could finally fully embrace being "Puerto Rico Brooke". I felt a great weight lift off my chest, and it seemed as if I could breathe for the first time in years, maybe my whole life.

I finally understood that Ethan hadn't just been doing this for me. He wanted this for his own reasons, and I dropped the pretense that I remained bound by the imaginary rules in my head. All I had to do was abide by the ones my husband had spelled out before we left Ohio. That's why I climbed up to the bridge, swaying my hips exaggeratedly so my husband and the other passengers could enjoy my trip up the ladder.

Captain Rodriguez seemed surprised when I appeared, but he smiled knowingly as I pulled the strings on my top and tossed it on the bench to my left. I didn't even hesitate to push my bottoms down my legs. Once they lay beside my bra, I walked over to the captain and kissed him deeply.

I thought he'd want me to straddle him as I had Ernesto, but instead I found myself in his lap facing forward and holding onto the wheel as his hands explored my body. I could feel his erection pressing between my buttocks through his shorts as he hefted my breast with one hand and used his other to cup my sex. It was all I could do not to rub myself on the hand between my thighs.

I gripped the wheel tightly as Rodriguez made little swirls on my labia and kissed my neck. My mind sort of shut off at that point, and I surrendered to his ministrations. Each time I neared a climax, the captain seemed to sense it and backed off just enough to ruin my orgasm but not enough to allow the sexual tension to ease. He did it so many times that I began to wonder if my husband had told him how to pleasure me.

I hate to admit it, but within just minutes, he had me whimpering in frustration and sexual need. Though I'd only met him a few hours before and spent only a total of ten or twelve minutes with the man, Rodriguez seemed to instinctually understand how to manipulate my pussy. He knew nothing of me other than that I was Ethan's slutty wife, but he somehow understood my body completely.

After I experienced an orgasm so powerful the captain had to hold me up for a few minutes, I broke free of his grip and slid down to the deck between his feet. I licked my lips as I reached into the legs of his loose shorts. I'd fully intended on blowing him as a thank you for the wonderful climax, but Captain Rodriquez came before I got the chance. Though he'd cum quickly, I couldn't believe how much semen coated my hands when I pulled them out of his loose shorts.

I unthinkingly wiped them on my thighs before heading back down to the main deck. I could smell him on my hands for the rest of the day, even hours later as I ate my Empanadillas on my date with that handsome business owner in the blue polo. It's weird that it never occurred to me to wash my hands, but I was drunk and not thinking clearly.

After making the captain cum, I felt my control return a bit as I rejoined the passengers on the aft deck. However, I tempered my behavior for the rest of the afternoon because I realized that only a thin, rapidly eroding veneer of civilization prevented me from being gang raped. I still had fun but in a more innocent and muted way than my experiences with the crew.

Embarrassingly, I can't remember the name of the guy in the blue polo who ate my pussy as I leaned against my door in the hotel hallway. It makes me feel so slutty to have had that experience and not even know the guy's name. I don't know what I'd have done if he'd shown up at my hotel room later in the week, but I never saw him again.

My husband's knock on my door moments after I retreated into my room surprised me, but we had a great time using all that pent up sexual energy. I really needed that after the day we'd had. I wanted to make love for the emotional connection, but using my toys and Ethan taking my butt certainly took the edge off.

The fact that my husband practically gave me permission to have anal sex with strangers startled me. I didn't do that with the two guys in the pool the next day because I feared things might turn ugly if I was in a hotel room with the two of them. They were both bigger than me, and I didn't know them enough to be sure I'd be safe. Besides, going someplace private enough to have anal sex would break my vacation rules, so I figured Ethan's permission had been moot.

I really liked the guy I parasailed with on Wednesday afternoon, and I admittedly had a great time doing things I'd usually do with my husband. I told Ted about Ethan's rules, and he seemed bemused but willing to obey them. Later, on the phone, I'd tried to tease my husband by suggesting I ride nude in Ted's car, but he called my bluff and actually pushed me even further than that.

It'd been exciting sitting naked beside this stranger as he drove me down unfamiliar city streets and rural roads, and I felt almost disappointed when I had to don my dress at the restaurant. Ted was the one who suggested that he take a photo of me topless with the waiter. My boobs were only exposed for ten seconds or so, but it was really hot.

I got carried away on the ride back to my hotel. Ted had me toss my sexy green dress in the trunk so I couldn't access it, and the risk of being unable to cover up if we got pulled over really got me going. I hadn't planned on blowing him, but I got caught up in the moment.

Other than my college boyfriend and my husband, I'd never had a man cum in my mouth, but I didn't have another option since I hadn't planned ahead for cleanup. Ted seemed very pleased when I swallowed it all, and that led to my second hallway pussy eating by a stranger in two days. He made me feel so good that I almost invited him into my hotel room, but I somehow retained enough control to stick to the rules.

I made a video call to my husband because I needed more of a connection than an impersonal text or a regular phone call. With him so far away, I needed to actually see him. I loved telling Ethan about my sexy day, and it felt good knowing that he didn't condemn me for my actions. I only wished he'd been with me instead of on the other side of the country.

I found it embarrassing to have to text him each time I wanted to masturbate that night, but it actually heightened the experience. In fact, I think that having to confess my illicit desires whenever I wanted to use my toys made me do it more than I would've otherwise. It was both liberating and exciting to come completely clean about my horniness for other men.

On Thursday morning, I lazed around in bed contemplating the last two days until my bladder demanded I get up. Though ragged from overtiredness, I felt antsy and couldn't sleep. After a shower, I put on my sexy red bathing suit and headed up to the rooftop deck. There I enjoyed a gorgeous, red sunrise over the green hills and quaint buildings.

The pool proved as empty as it had been on Wednesday, so I sent a solo selfie to Ethan and headed to the hotel restaurant to get some breakfast. I sat alone in my tiny suit wondering how long it'd take before a man approached me. This sleepy resort simply didn't have the number of guests as the ones in San Juan.

To be honest, looking around the empty room, I saw the temporary dearth of suitors as a happy bonus. In fact, I considered taking a day off from playing to really process how far things had gone. I wouldn't break the rules if a man approached me, but I decided not to go looking for an adventure.

Before the waitress brought me my food, three college-aged girls bounced in all bubbly and giggling. The hostess told them they could sit anywhere since the place was empty except for me, but the blond girl honed right in on me. To my surprise, she walked directly to my table with the two brunettes in tow.

"Hi, I'm Sandy! Are you here by yourself?"

"Um... yeah."

"Do you mind if we join you?"

"Uh... Oh... Sure," I replied in surprise. "I'm Brooke."

"Nice to meet cha!" Sandy announced in a clear Midwest twang. From her accent, I suspected she was from someplace northwest of Ohio. "This is Brittney and Olivia."

On spring break from Minnesota State, the three girls were spending the week at this hotel because they couldn't afford the ones in San Juan. I told them the truth about being alone while my husband was at a convention, but I didn't mention my rules or any of the outrageous things I'd done. We really hit it off, and the girls invited me to hang out with them.

"Of course, we'll need to get some sleep first," laughed Brittney. "We just got back from a party up in the hills."

"Ya, I'm beat," agreed Sandy. "You wanna meet up around eleven?"

"That sounds perfect," I said before grabbing the bill. "Go get some sleep. I got breakfast."

"You don't have to do that," replied Sandy.

"It's fine. I was in college once. I know how tight money can be. Besides, my husband left me a big budget to keep me happy. I'll see you later."

I'd planned on changing out of the red suit for something a little more conservative, but the girls had already seen me in it, and I thought it might seem weird if I changed. I puttered around my room, napped a bit, and watched the one English speaking cable channel the hotel provided. I also sent Ethan a photo of the girls and I.

> Wow. U four look like trouble!

< They seem like a lot of fun.

> Makes me wish I hadn't limited the rules to men

< Well, the rules didn't say I couldn't be with a woman.

> Damn! I luv U!!!

< Love you too.

> Do something for me

< What?

> Get your butt plug and wear it all day. Send me a photo.

< OK

I hadn't planned on doing that sort of thing, but I liked the feel of the plug inside me. It didn't seem that outrageous of a request. I think Ethan just felt a little uninvolved being so far away, so I didn't argue.

After lubing it up, I slowly pushed toy inside. I got the usual rush from the stretching of my sphincter, and I took several photos from different angles that would catch the glint of sunlight bouncing off the large red jewel that served as the base of the plug. I'd planned to send my husband the best one, but I ended up just sending them all.

The one thing that concerned me was that the thong of my suit didn't really hide the plug. My buttocks are big enough to conceal it most of the time, but it'd be plainly visible if I bent over. That fact, and the nice feeling I got every time I moved a certain way, kept me on edge all day but in a good way. It created a low key arousal, but that's all I needed right then.

As planned, the girls and I met up in the lounge area that had a huge plateglass window that overlooked the sea. Sandy took charge as the leader of the group, and she seemed to possess limitless energy. The other two fed off her enthusiasm, and I guess I did as well.

I sighed in relief when I saw the girls all wore bikinis even if they were more conservatively cut than mine. It would've been awkward if they'd worn shorts and t-shirts while I walked around in my revealing thong and bra. All three of them looked really cute and sexy, but then most nineteen year olds do. Suddenly, the strict diet and arduous exercise plan that I'd endured over the past few months seemed completely worth it.

As we stepped out of the hotel, the tropical heat hit us like a bitch slap. The high humidity made the eighty five degree air almost oppressive, though the strong breeze off the ocean helped. Olivia made a comment about being glad that we'd opted for bathing suits.

It'd been a long time since college, but for some reason I really clicked with my new friends. We roamed the coast, checked out marinas, walked the beaches, and shopped in the souvenir shops. We took turns wearing Sandy's backpack, which contained all our phones, our wallets, and my sun screen.

I can't tell you what a relief it was to just hang out with other women without the constant need to act like some guy's fantasy woman. By dinner time, I felt completely rejuvenated. Not just physically, but emotionally. I'd been a little concerned that I'd been racing toward a very dark place, but my much needed day off returned me to the optimistic, 'this is an adventure' attitude that I had when Ethan and I arrived on the island.

When we sat down on the deck of a crowded beachside bar, the butt plug pressing a little deeper into me served as a gentle reminder of its presence. We quickly attracted the attention of some local guys, so my brief respite from my vacation rules ended. Looking even younger than my new girlfriends, five Hispanic guys with oversized shirts, jeans, and those baseball hats with the flat brims joined us. To be honest, I hate hats like that, but I went along because the girls seemed interested in the boys.

A guy who probably celebrated his eighteenth birthday just a few weeks before sat down beside me and smiled. I could see a tattoo peeking out at the collar of his shirt, and the sunlight glinted off the diamond stud in his left earlobe. I guess he was cute for someone a decade younger than me.

"Hey! I'm Paco!"

"Brooke," I replied with a smile. He looked so young that I might've worried about it, but he had a beer. The drinking age is eighteen in Puerto Rico, so I just let things play out.

Paco was about as interesting as you'd imagine, meaning not very. The kid had a big ego and lots of confidence, and I'm sure that did it for young girls, but he didn't really do anything for me. Still, the rules were still in effect, so I let him believe his game was working.

Paco's friend Estabon seemed to have money, and I wondered how someone that young found that much cash to flash. As a full grown adult, I worried these guys might be into selling drugs or worse, but the girls wanted to go with the flow and enjoy the attention and free booze. After several rounds of beers, Estabon began ordering shots.

Everyone was pretty loose when Paco suggested we all go to a party at a friend's of his. I felt a little leery, but I'd become inebriated enough that I went with the crowd. Fortunately, the house was within walking distance of the bar because none of us were anywhere near sober enough to drive.

I come from a small town in Ohio. A college party for me had been twenty kids in jeans and hoodies with three bottles of cheap rum, diet Cokes, and a chest full wine coolers. I wasn't prepared for what I experienced that evening.

When we entered the house, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming 'piss' stench of cheap pot. A smoky haze filled a living room full of young people in various states of undress. The mass of warm bodies had overwhelmed the air conditioning, and the room felt as oppressive as it was outside even in my tiny bikini.

Most of the guys wore only shorts and maybe shoes. The girls, however, ranged from a girl in a t-shirt and bootie shorts to several girls wearing only panties. Then I spotted two girls in the center of the room sipping their drinks completely naked.

Wow. Maybe these are my people...

The hip hop music had been turned up so loud that I could feel the base in my chest. Paco took my hand and led me through the crowd to the kitchen where liquor bottles, bowls with unidentified pills, and even a bag half full of cocaine lay scattered across the counter. I'd never seen so many illegal drugs in my entire life.

Paco lifted a ceramic bowl and offered it to me. The round pills came in a variety of colors, and they looked like children's vitamins. I shook my head.

"That's OK. I'm good. I don't even know what they are."

"Oh, don't worry. This is just X," Paco replied before taking one and popping in his mouth. "It won't hurt you. You just need to avoid the coke and those white pills in that bowl on the end."

I must've been drunker than I thought because I reached into the bowl and fished out a pink one. It had "SKY" etched in one side and a smiley face on the other. I washed the pill down with a beer that Paco had pulled from the fridge.

I don't really recall much from the next few hours other than a vague feeling of contentment and joy. I do remember everything around me seeming sharper as if I'd put on a pair of glasses for the first time after never realizing how blurry the world had been before. I also remember making out on a couch with Paco with my bikini top hanging loosely from my neck. The bottom string had been pulled, leaving my breasts exposed to the world and Paco's warm hands.

The kid eventually discovered my butt plug, and Paco took great joy in moving in and out of me in that crowded living room. I have to admit that it felt really good. The X made the experience even better than usual.

Eventually, I stood up to look for the bathroom. When I came out, I couldn't find Paco, so I wandered outside. To my surprise, not only did I find another fifty or so kids dancing on the lawn, but a live hip hop group performed on the deck. Except for the guys rapping, I didn't see anyone wearing anything above the waist, so I fit right in.

I waded into the crowd and began dancing. I'd completely forgotten about the guy I'd been making out with and let several anonymous guys feel me up as we moved around on the battered lawn. I noticed it had grown noticeably dark, but that was about the extent of my situational awareness at that point.

When things began winding down, an Hispanic guy wearing a doo-rag and a huge t-shirt approached me. I was still so high and drunk that I have no memory of what we talked about, but I ended up riding to another party with him, two young local girls, and the rest of his band. I have no idea what happened to Sandy and my other friends.

I don't remember doing it, but I texted my husband a photo of me and the band by their beat up old van before we left. I only wore my bikini bottoms in the photo, and two guys had their arms around me. Though I'd found the rapper attractive that night, when I saw that photo later, I realized that I must've been wearing tequila and ecstasy goggles because he wasn't someone I'd normally go for at all.

We ended up at another party, but this one had people my age and older. I remember straddling the rapper who picked me up as we made out in a recliner, and I distinctly remember how big his cock felt as it pressed against me though his basketball shorts and my little thong. Despite me being completely vulnerable from the drugs and alcohol, he didn't fuck me, but that's largely due to what happened next.

The rapper, God knows what his name was, had one my nipples in my mouth when several loud bangs permeated my haze. Looking about, I saw panicked people dashing in every direction. Not knowing what was going on, I jumped up and began running as well. Human instinct, I guess...

Once outside, I bolted down the street not knowing where I was headed or even what I might be fleeing from. I vaguely remember flashes of light and being wet, but even that had been warped by the drugs. When I finally stopped, I leaned against the pole of a stop sign and tried to get my bearings.

Standing under a street lamp at an intersection in some sort of crumbling neighborhood, I saw only small homes, some of which had tarps for roofs or plywood covering their windows. Now that I'd stopped running and could think a little clearer, I finally comprehended the thunderstorm raging around me. Looking down, I saw I'd lost my sandals and top, leaving me in only my thong and wedding ring.

Crossing my arms over my breasts against the chill of the rain, I bent my head down and began trotting down the side street. I had no idea where I was, but the idea that I needed to find my way back to my hotel permeated the haze in my mind. I'd crossed two streets before I remembered my burner phone.

I must've tucked into the front of my thong, and it was a miracle that it hadn't fallen out while I'd been running. Pulling it out, I tried to use the GPS, but it wouldn't work. Then I noticed I had no signal. I turned the phone off to save the almost deleted battery.

I'd become slick from the rain drops rolling down my almost naked body, and the uneven pavement under my feet felt cold and rough. Holding my phone in my right hand, I again crossed my arms across my chest to conserve heat and stop my breasts from bouncing so much when I moved. I don't have enormous porn breasts or anything, but I'm a bit too big on top to go hiking topless.

The wind really began picking up, and for the first time since arriving on the island, I began to shiver from the cold. I picked up the pace, but I had no way of knowing if I headed in the right direction. When I reached the next intersection, I jumped when lightning flashed and an enormous thunderclap reverberated in my body.

The few lights around me went out, and I found myself plunged into darkness. Panicked, I ran flat out in the same direction I'd been going. My situation had sobered me up quite a bit, and I became aware of my bare feet slapping on the pavement, splashing the ankle deep water that had accumulated on the street from the torrential rain.

I finally came to the end of the neighborhood, and I spotted a store on the corner. The electricity had gone out here as well, so I didn't see the three men huddled under the overhang at the entrance until I literally ran into them. One of them grabbed my arms while the other two moved behind me.

The man who held me asked some sort of question, but I didn't understand since I don't speak Spanish. Still, during a triple flash of lightning, I needed no translation for the menacing lust I saw in his eyes. Physically, I might've still been drunk and high, but my mind snapped into crystal clearness as the threat of rape suddenly became a distinct possibility.

One of the men behind me tugged at the waist string of my thong, and I reacted automatically as my husband's self-defense training kicked in. Turning as much as I could with the first guy holding my upper arms, I raised up my knee and brought my foot down on the leg of the man pulling on my only article of clothing. I managed to hit him at the knee and then slide down the shin to his foot as my husband had taught me. The bottom of my heel screamed in pain, but I felt something break in my assailant's foot or ankle.

He let out a startled howl as he released the thin waistband of my thong. I then turned back forward and raised my knee up into my captor's crotch. He doubled up a bit, and that brought his head down low enough that I could smash my forehead into the bridge of his nose.

The thug released me as he tried to grab for his crotch and face at the same time. I spun around to face the third man and almost lost my balance in my drunken state. I tried to make an open palmed punch to his solar plexus to take his breath away, but I missed.

Hitting the large man lower than intended, I could actually feel his xiphoid process snap off in my hyperaware state caused by adrenaline and the drugs. My punch pushed the little arrow shaped bone that hung down from his sternum toward his liver and spleen. I didn't wait around to see if I killed him.

Running blindly back into the storm, I could hear at least two of them shouting as they chased me down this new street. Sheer terror fueled my body as I heard their heavier footsteps gaining on me. When headlights illuminated me at the next corner, I didn't comprehend what they were at first.

An ancient military style jeep slid to halt, the driver managing to just miss the crazy woman blindly sprinting through the intersection. I placed my hand on the hood as I tried to catch my breath, and I could just make out an enormous shadow exit the driver's side. As the driver came around the front fender, I heard the splashing of my pursuers' retreat.

"Brooke?"

Despite my mind clearing due to all the adrenaline, I didn't immediately respond to my name. As the driver stepped in front of the headlights, his dark face came into view. I recognized him, but I couldn't place where I knew him from.

"Brooke, is that you? Are you Ok? Where are your clothes?" he asked with clear concern. I immediately trusted that voice even if I still had no idea who the guy was. "What the Hell are you doing out here?"

"Men... Chasing me..." I managed to get our between painful gasps.

"Well, they're gone now. Let's get you out of this storm."

He put a massive arm around me, and I let him guide me to the passenger seat of the jeep. He helped me climb in before jogging over to the driver's side. Before I knew it, he was driving me through the storm to God knows where. Despite the power games my husband and I played over the last few months, I'd never felt so vulnerable and out of control.

The jeep had a canvas roof and back, but the sides were completely open to weather. Still, even the occasional splash and random frigid raindrop felt better than the constant pelting I'd been enduring since leaving the party house. The little round headlights barely pierced the gloom of the stormy night, and the tiny wipers couldn't compete with the deluge of rain.

How can he even see?

I shivered from the wet and cold, but the adrenaline in my system probably accounted for some of that as well. I hugged myself to conserve warmth, but I fought a losing battle with hypothermia. As I looked up at my savior, it finally hit me.

Billy! From the plane!

I didn't think I'd ever see him again. He wore an enormous poncho that still managed to be too tight around his broad shoulders and massive chest, but it was definitely my friend from the flight down from Ohio. Oddly, even though I didn't really know him, his presence calmed me to the point that I actually dozed off in the middle of that violent storm.

I awoke with a start when Billy hit the curb while pulling into the driveway of his cousin's house. We rushed to the front porch, and I huddled near him as he fumbled with the keys. Once inside, I stood in complete darkness by the door as Billy headed deeper into the house. He came back a moment later with a Coleman lantern and a towel.

"Let's get you dried off. You must be freezing," he said kindly. Rather than give me the towel, Billy wrapped it around me and began drying me himself. He did a thorough job of it, and I felt so much appreciation for him saving me that I didn't protest that he managed to get his hands all over my body only moments after I entered his place. A little 'feel copping' seemed almost tame after the week I'd had.

Billy walked me over to a couch and sat me down before leaving to find a microfleece blanket to wrap me in. Even with the blanket, I continued to shiver uncontrollably. That's when Billy picked me up.

He carried me with no more effort than most men would carry a small child. I felt safe in those powerful arms, and I rested my head on his shoulder as he moved me to the master bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed, and my eyes widened a bit when he used one hand to pull his t-shirt off in one fluid motion.

I didn't know what to think when he climbed into bed with me, but I'd become so physically weak and emotionally exhausted that I just surrendered to the situation. It's not that I wanted to betray my marriage by having sex with Billy. It's just that I'd reached such a state of gratitude and fatigue that I would've done it and not thought too much about the consequences until afterward.

Fortunately, Billy's a good guy. Rather than take advantage of the situation, he merely pulled him to me and enveloped me in those oak trees he had for arms. It might've been less awkward if we'd spooned, but the warmth of his chest on mine felt instantly wonderful.

We lay like that for probably half an hour, and eventually I stopped shivering. Unfortunately, the storm not only continued to rage outside, but it's fury increased. I've experienced plenty of violent storms and even tornados in Ohio. They'd always terrified me, but they paled in comparison to Tropical Storm Alicia.

The howling of the seventy mile an hour wind turned into an almost deafening roar, and the sides of the little house rattled and creaked. Adding to the din, the rain drummed on the tin roof with such a clamor I thought it might fall in on us. For the second time that night, I feared for my life in a completely visceral way.

Though I tried to appear calm, inside I just lost my shit. The noise, the fear, and not knowing what would happen next overwhelmed me. I needed to feel something else. Anything else...

I don't remember starting to kiss Billy. One second I wallowed in terror, and the next I had his face in my hands and my lips pressing against his. When he finally kissed me back, my mind, my soul, my entire existence shifted from a whirling maelstrom to a contented pool of warm water.

It didn't take long for my eagerness to have its effects on Billy. I could feel his erection pressing against my knee, which was an odd sensation. I'd never been with a man this large before, and by that I mean both body and manhood.

His massive hand grasped my buttock firmly, but not so much as to hurt me. I definitely felt possessed and weak in his arms though. I mean that in a good way. With the raging storm outside fading from my consciousness, a different sort of storm began building within me.

Pushing Billy onto his back, I got up on my hands and knees and kissed him from above. Shifting downward, I licked his nipple as I took hold of his cock. I actually stopped moving in shock for a moment.

When hard, Billy's shaft turned out to be proportional to the rest of him. It wasn't a foot long or anything, but I literally couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. With my husband, I could just barely touch my thumb to my middle finger when I stroked him.

I moved my head to Billy's belly and kissed it just above the bulbous head of his cock. He'd left the lantern on, so I could see the brown monster in all its glory. I'm not a size queen at all, but you couldn't see something that thick and not take notice.

I slid my hand down his shaft and cupped his balls in my palm. Billy kept himself shaved down there, and it felt as if I were holding a couple of plumbs in a velvet bag. My husband's balls were more like a couple of strawberries.

I hate that I'm comparing this man to my husband, but Jesus...

I couldn't wait any longer, so I brought my hand back up to Billy's cock and lifted it off his belly enough that I could get my lips around the head. If it hadn't been for the soft, supple skin, it would've been like shoving the bottom end of a beer bottle in my mouth. Still, after a moment of adjustment, I realized that I could do this.

Before I did, however, I disengaged from Billy and crawled between his knees to get a better angle. Sitting on my feet, I took his cock in both hands and began to stroke it. Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth and pressed my tongue right where he'd been circumcised, which elicited a soft moan from the otherwise silent giant.

I didn't want to go too fast, so I took it out of my mouth and began to lick the shaft from end to end like a popsicle. Glancing up, I saw Billy joyfully watching me in the yellow glow of the lantern. His smile and the hungry look in his soft eyes just egged me on more.

I alternated between licking and fucking him with my mouth. I stroked the shaft in unison with my mouth's movements, and each time Billy groaned loud enough to be heard over the storm, it sent a thrill through me. Then I felt him tap me on my head.

"Brooke, careful. I'm going to cum soon," he warned me. I appreciated the heads up, but I wasn't stopping.

I don't know if Billy ate lots of pineapple or what, but what spilled into my mouth tasted fantastic. I mean, I've honestly always liked the taste of cum, but this was something special. Only the fourth man whose semen I'd ever tasted, Billy's was easily the most delicious.

I really mean that. It could've been custard and not tasted that good, and I really like custard. There was also a lot of it. He must've spurted five or six times, and each one felt like a complete load for the other men I'd been with. When he stopped, I didn't swallow the last of it, preferring to slosh it around in my mouth and enjoy it just a bit longer.

Damn, Brooke! You're not in Ohio anymore...

I eventually swallowed and climbed up onto Billy. He was so much taller than me that his cock, as large as it was, didn't quite reach my pussy when I straddled his torso as we made out. We kissed for a while, but when I shifted a bit, I could feel his still swollen cock pressing against the inside of my thigh.

I lifted my leg and reached down to stroke him, but that's when Billy took control. Shoving me to the side as easily as he would a paper cup, he left me on my back as he moved between my legs. I thought he planned on fucking me, but instead he tore off my bikini bottoms and lowered his face to my pussy.

Billy couldn't compete with my husband in the oral sex department, but he did a respectable job. I was so turned on that he didn't really need to be that good. He was gentle with my clit, and he made his way around my labia enough to get me to climax after only a few minutes.

Billy then moved up, and I knew he wanted to fuck me. Of course he did. What else could I expect?

"Wait, Billy," I rasped before sliding out from under him. Getting up on all fours, I presented myself to him. He moved quickly behind, and I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy. It felt so good that I almost let him do it.

Instead, I slid my hand between my legs and covered my sex. My fingers actually slipped inside me, and I gasped at how good it felt. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Billy looking at me with a confused expression.

"Not my pussy. I promised my husband."

Billy's eyebrows went up for a second, but then he climbed off the bed. After rummaging around in the nightstand, he returned to his post behind me. Looking back, I saw him pour a generous amount of lube on his cock before rubbing it all over. Soon it gleamed in the lamplight.

Holy shit! That looks so fucking sexy!

When he gently tugged on my butt plug, I moaned out loud. I couldn't help it. Not only did it feel good, but my mind had already moved on to what came next. Seeing how much I enjoyed it, Billy made a meal out of repeatedly pulling it almost all the way out and then letting it slide back in. I almost climaxed from that alone.

When it finally popped out, I dropped off my hands onto my elbows. With my butt in the air and my back exaggeratedly arched, I was as prepared as I could be to take Billy's intimidating member. I half feared he might just shove it in and tear me, but he'd obviously done this before.

Feeling the bulbous head pressing against my anus, I tried to steady myself as my fingers tightly gripped the sheets. Though the plug was more than enough to prepare myself for my husband, Billy would need to give me a few minutes to dilate enough to accept him without damage. Fortunately, he seemed content to take his time, and I loved every second of him pressing forward, stopping, and then pressing forward again.

I did everything I could to open myself to him, but I couldn't rush biology. By the time the head slid past my sphincter, I'd grown almost mad with anticipation. My satisfied growl easily drowned out the tropical storm still pounding the flimsy little house.

Even after he'd pushed past my stretched sphincter, Billy continued being gentle as he slowly moved in and out of me. Each time, he pressed a little farther, and each time it felt even better. When he finally had his entire length inside me, I let out a half purr half scream.

My God! It feels like he's poking my lungs with that thing!

After a few slow movements, Billy began picking up the pace and increasing the force of his thrusts. I'd never felt so dominated as the huge cock in my ass lifted me so much that my knees left the mattress. With the head deep within my bowels, I knew that I'd never again be as completely penetrated as at that moment.

To make things even more ridiculous, with each forceful thrust, Billy's balls swung forward and hit my sex. The combination of those factors had me climaxing in no time. Billy slowed to a crawl to allow me to enjoy my orgasm, but he never completely stopped fucking me.

When he figured I could handle it, he once again began slamming into me in earnest as he gripped my hips tightly in his meaty hands. I don't think he was trying to be rough. He was just such a big and powerful guy that he couldn't help it.

Not that I was complaining. Now that my body had adapted to accommodate him, all I felt was pleasure. After my third orgasm, I wondered if he'd ever tire of fucking my butt.

Then I remembered that I'd already made him cum. My husband usually softened quickly once he came, but I'd heard of other men who could go for hours after their first ejaculation. As I contemplated feeling that good until dawn, another orgasm hit me out of nowhere.

Eventually Billy did spill into me with a few feral grunts. After I'd swallowed his first load, I guess he figured I wouldn't mind having my bowels filled as well. I didn't. I considered it a fitting finish.

He didn't pull out as I'd expected. Instead, Billy held my hips as he fell onto his side, taking me with him. He pulled his pillow under our heads and then cupped my breast in his hand. We fell asleep spooning with him still deep within me.

Despite the storm, I slept like a baby, my dreams a frenzied montage of fucking and sucking various men. Some were the men I'd met that week, but others included my high school softball coach, my old boss, and my husband's best friend. My neighbor Anton even made the cut even though I hadn't thought about him since we left Ohio. I usually forget my dreams quickly, but those stuck with me.

When I awoke the next morning, I shifted a little and realized that Billy's cock was still inside me. It seemed hard, but it was hard to tell. I didn't believe he could stay hard all night, so I figured it must be morning wood. Still, it was impressive that his flaccid cock had been large enough not to fall out in the middle of the night.

I didn't wake Billy and instead just enjoyed lying there with him around and inside me. Like I had on the plane, I felt safe in his presence. I could hear birds singing outside now that the storm had ended, and I actually dozed off again.

Eventually, he did get up to use the bathroom. When Billy pulled away from me, we stuck together at first. Our combined sweat had cemented us together as we slept, but it felt like our bodies just didn't want to let go of each other. When he walked out of the room, my back felt chilled, and my butt felt agonizingly empty.

After he finished, I took the opportunity to go while Billy made breakfast. I also cleaned myself up a bit with the frigid water from the sink. Being a lazy shit, I then went back to bed and laid around until Billy appeared with some fruit and buttered bread.

"Sorry, I don't have anything better, but the power's still out. I can make something on the grill for dinner, though."

I guess I'm still going to be here at dinner time...

After we ate, Billy pulled me out of bed and into the shower. My eyes were just below the level of his nipples, but we still had a wonderful time washing each other's bodies despite the water heater not working. In fact, it went so well, we ended up back in bed all morning.

Obviously, Billy still needed to use a lot of lube, but my sphincter adapted much faster than the night before. We ended up taking another long, cold shower before lunch. Thankfully, the city water still worked even if the electricity didn't.

After eating sandwiches for lunch, Billy gave me one of his t-shirts to wear. A simple white V-neck, the shirt came down past my knees, but the thin cotton did little to conceal my nipples. I felt a little self-conscious walking out the front door with Billy to inspect the damage to the yard and house.

"Hola, Billy!"

We turned to see a man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties leaning on the chain link fence at the edge of the yard. He'd lost most of his grey hair, but his brown face had a youthful mirth to it. His eyes drifted down to my chest but then darted back up to my face. I found myself regretting not putting on my bathing suit bottoms before coming outside.

"Hey, Raf! Some storm last night," Billy replied with a big smile.

"Si! Just be glad it wasn't a hurricane. It was close."

"Any idea when the power might come back on?

"No. Who can tell? It'll depend on how many lines are down. Could be today. Could be Monday. You never know."

The two of them talked more, but they switched to Spanish, so I don't know what they actually said. I suspected they might be discussing the redhead dressed only in one of Billy's T-shirts, but I didn't know that. After clearing some palm fronds and other debris from the yard and driveway, Billy and I headed back inside.

Shamefully, that was the first time it occurred to me to call my husband since Billy picked me up. I turned on my phone, but I still had no bars. Since I had it out, I asked Billy if we could take a few photos. He agreed, but his knowing smile disturbed me a little.

The first were relatively innocent. I had him hold the phone and take a selfie of us in the kitchen. The first thing I noticed when looking at it was that my nipples were far more visible than I'd realized while talking to Rafiel in the yard.

The second thing I noticed, as I had with other photos I'd taken over the week, is how comfortable and happy I appeared in the arms of a man other than my husband. I wasn't about to leave Ethan for Billy or anyone else, but the speed at which it had become natural for me to do the things I had with strange men must mean something, right? I contemplated that disturbing fact while Billy went out to check on the jeep.

The thing that scared me most is that I couldn't see myself going back to Ohio and never being "Vacation Brooke" again. I only loved my husband, but a big part of me wanted the novelty of feeling another man's hands on my body and to feel mine on theirs. Worse, I had to admit to myself that the oral and anal sex I'd had that week had been fantastic.

I thought about my husband, and I imagined telling him I wanted to continue doing this once we returned home. Instead of feeling guilty or fearful of his reaction, I became incredibly aroused. Not only did something dark and wet within me want to continue exploring this new lifestyle, it seemed to be trying to convince me that Ethan would love it as well.

Billy didn't know what hit him when he came back in. He'd barely got the front door closed when I was already on my knees and yanking his shorts down. I went at him like a crazed animal.

After a few minutes of frantic sucking and licking, I calmed down and picked my phone up off the floor. I took several photos of myself servicing Billy, and I took one where his cock lay across the top of my head to show my husband just how big it was. I couldn't text them then, but I would as soon as I got service.

I picked up the lube next and poured it onto Billy's cock while he leaned against the front door. Then I stood up and looked up at his dark face. I stroked him a few times before speaking.

"Fuck the foreplay. I want you to fuck me like you did last night," I whispered harshly. "If you're ready, tell me what you need me to do. I'll do whatever you want."

Apparently, all Billy wanted was to bend me over the back of the sofa and fuck my ass for the third time in twelve hours. This time there was no pretense about love making or trying to make our pleasure equal. As I lay there helpless to do anything but take it, he fucked me like what I wanted didn't matter.

"Who's ass is this?"

"OOH!" I moaned loudly

"Who owns this ass?"

"YOU DO!" I screamed.

"Not your husband?"

"No. You own my ass."

"Yeah. You come off as this sweet little wife, but you're really a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"YES! YES!

"Say it!"

"I'm a dirty little slut. I let strangers fuck my ass. I let men cum in my mouth and theN go home to kiss my husband."

I don't even know where that all came from. It just spilled out of me. In that moment, I wanted to tear down my entire life and just be the slut my husband had set me up to be. Fuck my job. Fuck my family. Fuck my life in Ohio. I just wanted to feel that free and happy.

I'm sure there was more dirty talk after that, but I became increasingly incoherent as Billy continued to pound the civilization out of me. I don't remember when, but at some point he moved us to the bedroom and just kept on going.

Around four in the afternoon, I awoke to find myself on my side being spooned by Billy. As he had the night before, he hadn't bothered to pull out after filling my bowels with his seed. My phone lay on the other pillow, so I reached over and took a few selfies of the two of us.

What will Ethan think when I tell him Billy's cock was inside me when I took these?

Billy woke up and began mugging for the camera too. I suspect he knew the photos were for my husband. Pretty soon, I had photos of him sucking my nipples, rubbing my pussy with his hand, and kissing me passionately.

Then Billy took my phone and tossed me over his knee. He spanked me a few times, and before I could protest, he took several selfies with my reddened bottom under his hand. Then he pushed me onto the floor.

"Get up on your knees, slut," he ordered brusquely, but Billy had a twinkle in his eyes. He wasn't trying to be mean. He just sensed what I really needed.

I did as he said and took him in my mouth. He continued to snap photo after photo of me enthusiastically sucking his cock. When he came, he pulled his cock from my mouth and sprayed my face and hair with streams of cum. After all the times he'd ejaculated over the last day, I couldn't believe he was still producing enough to paint my face.

Once he had all the photos he wanted, he used some tissues to wipe my face. He did it so gently and lovingly that it seemed hard to believe this was the same person who'd just treated me like a cheap whore. Then he pulled me up into his lap and looked into my eyes.

"We should talk about what happens next. The streets might be clear enough for me to take you back to your hotel," he explained with a sad smile. "Alternatively, you could stay here tonight, and I could take you back in the morning."

"Can I ask a question before I decide?"

"Of course."

"If I stay, and you going to continue using me as your own little sex toy? I mean, will I be spending the next fifteen hours sucking your cock, being fucked up the ass, and basically doing whatever you want me to?"

"That sounds about right."

"Then I think it'd be best if I stayed."

"Then it's settled. How does barbequed pork and baked potato sound for dinner?"

"Perfect."

"OK, but we need a shower first. Go start the water, and I'll be there in a bit."

I jumped up and scrambled to the bathroom like an obedient little puppy. I was already in the shower when he came in, and he immediately began taking photos of me washing my breasts. When Billy stepped in, he continued to shoot away as I soaped up and scrubbed his body.

After our shower, he pulled on a pair of shorts and a bowling style shirt. I picked up the t-shirt Billy let me borrow, but he snatched it away from me. Confused, I looked up at him.

"You forget. I own that ass. I don't want you covering it up. C'mon."

Remaining nude, I followed Billy into the kitchen where he pulled the pork out of the fridge. There being no electricity, the food would spoil if he didn't use it, so we had twice as much as we really needed. He then went about giving it a nice spice rub.

Wrapping the potatoes in aluminum foil, Billy gave me the tray with the pork and led me out the back door. I quickly looked left and right to see if a neighbor was ogling my naked body, but I saw no one. He lit the grill and then tossed the potatoes on before closing the lid.

"It'll be a little while before the fire is hot enough for the meat," Billy explained as he took the tray from me and set it on a little table to the right of the grill. "Come sit with me."

There was only one camp chair, and Billy sat on that. I was about to ask where I was supposed to sit when he grabbed my hand and yanked me into his lap. For the next ten minutes, we made out while Billy's fingers rubbed my pussy enough to get me going but not enough to allow me any sort of release. I actually forgot I was outside and that a neighbor might see me being a total slut for this guy I barely knew.

We actually ate dinner outside since it was more comfortable than the stuffy house. We shared a plate as I sat in his lap, and I fed Billy while he played with my nipples and pussy. We maintained a steady, low level of arousal for the whole meal, and by the time I tossed the plate in the kitchen sink, I was ready for round five.

The most notable thing about our after dinner sex was that it took no time at all for my butt to widen enough for him. I wondered if it'd ever go back to normal, but it felt so good that I stopped caring. We showered one last time before we turned in for the night.

On Saturday morning, we awoke early enough to have plenty of time to get to the hotel an hour before my husband was due to arrive. However, after getting worked up in the shower, I ended up on knees and elbows on the bathmat with Billy filling me one last time. I left his cousin's house with my butt filled with cum and a satisfied grin on my face.

As it turned out, I arrived at the hotel only five minutes before my husband. I walked to my room wearing my butt plug, red thong bikini bottoms, and one of Billie's t-shirts. On the way up the stairs, I noticed that the plug didn't seem that big anymore, and I actually worried it might fall out. I'd barely stripped before my husband knocked on the door.

"ETHAN!" I exclaimed before jumping on him. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, kissed him hard as he walked to the bed. He dropped me onto the mattress before speaking.

"I was so worried about you. I haven't heard from you for almost two days!"

"I'm so sorry about that," I apologized earnestly. "I got stranded at another place during the storm, and there was no cell service or electricity. I just got back here a few minutes ago."

Apparently placated for the moment, Ethan told me that we needed to hurry because the storm had really messed up the whole country, and traffic was really slow. Handing me my travel clothes, he threw all my toys and toiletries into my bags while I donned my sundress and shoes. Within ten minutes we were on the road traveling south and then east.

"I'm sorry I couldn't call. My phone really didn't work."

"I understand. Don't sweat it. Cellphones are out all over the island. Was the phone out in your hotel?"

"I don't know. I haven't been at the hotel since Thursday morning, and you got there before I could call you."

I then spent the rest of our drive explaining about what had happened at the parties, how Billy had saved me, and then how I'd overcome my terror from the storm by doing stuff with him. I wasn't sure how much I should tell my husband, but I ended up confessing every detail. I even admitted that I could've come back to my hotel the day before but decided to stay with Billy so he could use me some more.

"I see," Ethan said before changing lanes in a futile attempt to move faster through the bumper to bumper traffic.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked, sounding like a little girl fearing punishment. "I know I'm probably in for that harsh spanking. I obviously deserve it..."

"Well, you did break the rule about not going anywhere private, and you didn't tell me who you were with and where, but it's not like I can punish you for a natural disaster."

"I did take lots of photos," I offered, hoping that might soothe Ethan's displeasure in me. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"Disappointed me? What are you talking about?" my husband asked. "Did you let that guy fuck your pussy?"

"No!"

"Even though his dick would've felt amazing in there?"

"I stopped him from doing that. I promised to follow the rules."

"OK. Then you didn't disappoint me. To be honest, I'm really proud of you."

"Proud? For what?"

"Do you remember what you were like last December? How you were such a prude and so unhappy that you had to drink just to feel free enough to be sexy?"

"Yeah."

"Think of how far you've come. Sure, you were drunk and high on Thursday, but it sounds like you were stone cold sober yesterday and this morning."

"I was."

"And yet, you not only felt sexy, but you acted sexy," my husband pointed out. "Be honest. Did you enjoy yesterday and this morning?"

"Yes," I admitted quietly.

"How much. Seriously, I want you to be completely honest."

"Completely honest," I repeated apprehensively. "Fine. It was in the top five best experiences of my life."

"Only top five?"

"Top three," I admitted, my face reddening a bit. "I'm sorry, but it felt so good, and just letting myself go was incredible."

"No need to be sorry. If you'd cheated on me, then there would be reason to apologize."

"What now?" I asked, a little afraid of his answer despite my husband being so unbelievably understanding.

"You get on a plane and go home."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know, but we're here, and that's a longer conversation," Ethan explained as he pulled into the main drive at the airport. "We'll have that talk when I get home tomorrow."